[ He isn't worth worrying about to this extent. The fact that so many people have helped him, and now Akira is too, has thrown him for such a loop that he isn't sure what to do or how to feel.
It's a small moment of weakness, but he stops in their trek towards the door to just... rest his forehead on Akira's shoulder.
[ He sighs. Will he really? Kurapika isn't so sure about that, but he does know that he won't mind spending more time with Akira.
That that says or what it means is something he doesn't want to think about right now, so he instead focuses on the way Akira pulls him closer, warmth emanating from his hand. ]
...Thank you.
[ For helping him? For caring? For making out with him?
It's hard to say, but he wants to express that much, at least. ]
[He doesn't mind helping Kurapika... or caring about him, or even making out with him. So long as the latter never elicits such a strong reaction in him again, Akira will gladly indulge.
Slowly, carefully, Akira moves them along to the door and out of the room. It's with similar care that he helps Kurapika up the stairs and down the hallway to his room, helping him unlock the door if need be.]
[ He hates needing to be helped like this. It's a protest against everything he is and all of the independence he's been so careful to construct for himself.
But it's not so terrible with Akira helping him. He doesn't remind Kurapika of the fact that he needs it—he simply does it.
By now, he can at least see where his doorknob is, but it takes a few tries before he can get the key into the lock, so Akira might need to guide his hand before he can finally open the door. ]
I'll try.
[ Kurapika pauses as if he's contemplating saying or doing something more, but he ultimately gives Akira a small smile before heading into his room. ]
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You don't have to do that.
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It's not about having to do anything. I want to.
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[ He isn't worth worrying about to this extent. The fact that so many people have helped him, and now Akira is too, has thrown him for such a loop that he isn't sure what to do or how to feel.
It's a small moment of weakness, but he stops in their trek towards the door to just... rest his forehead on Akira's shoulder.
Give him a minute. ]
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Spend enough time with me and you'll get it sooner or later.
[Maybe he's just being kind. Maybe Kurapika's special. That's not an answer for Akira to give.]
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That that says or what it means is something he doesn't want to think about right now, so he instead focuses on the way Akira pulls him closer, warmth emanating from his hand. ]
...Thank you.
[ For helping him? For caring? For making out with him?
It's hard to say, but he wants to express that much, at least. ]
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[He doesn't mind helping Kurapika... or caring about him, or even making out with him. So long as the latter never elicits such a strong reaction in him again, Akira will gladly indulge.
Slowly, carefully, Akira moves them along to the door and out of the room. It's with similar care that he helps Kurapika up the stairs and down the hallway to his room, helping him unlock the door if need be.]
Take it easy, okay?
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But it's not so terrible with Akira helping him. He doesn't remind Kurapika of the fact that he needs it—he simply does it.
By now, he can at least see where his doorknob is, but it takes a few tries before he can get the key into the lock, so Akira might need to guide his hand before he can finally open the door. ]
I'll try.
[ Kurapika pauses as if he's contemplating saying or doing something more, but he ultimately gives Akira a small smile before heading into his room. ]
...Take care.
[ With that, he shuts the door. ]